Loud cry
Loud cry

In a field full of rebels I stand as a tower of peace

Battling with my emotions I stand in peace picking every little piece that seems to be of peace

I cry for the tears of zillions

A cry in-resemblance of that of a toddler stung  by a thousand bee stings
From the oceans of sorrows they dive

Gasping for peace they fight to live

Buckles of torture leaves them hopeless

Profound torture they hardly caress

@Le’boo the poetess..


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